Qing Luan and Qing Feng's cooking skills were excellent. In order to welcome Ling Yun and his son, they had been busy since the afternoon when Ling Yun went to Qingshui City to pick up Qing Niao.
Of course, Ling Yun's judgment was correct. After Qing Niao had completely recovered, she had already contacted Qing Luan and Qing Feng through Ye Xingchen.
Hence, when Ling Yun saw Qing Niao and explained his intentions, Qing Niao informed them immediately.
Together with them, Yin Qingxuan slaughtered chickens and goats, dug bamboo shoots, dug wild vegetables, picked mushrooms and wild fruits, and caught fish from the lake. She had been busy until now and had prepared a table full of dishes.
No more, no less, exactly eighteen dishes.
The intention was self-evident. These eighteen dishes represented the past eighteen years of Ling Yun's family of three.
Some were hot, some were cold, and some were hot.
The banquet was a welcoming banquet, but it was also a reunion banquet.
The atmosphere of the banquet was extremely warm, especially for Ling Yun. He didn't feel restrained or pressured at all. The entire banquet felt exceptionally comfortable.
At the banquet, no one talked about the Devil Sect. No one mentioned the Ling Family's miserable past or their current strength. No one asked about Ling Yun's extremely private training or his various combat experiences.
That was because everyone here understood that at this moment, the past was no longer important. What was important was that the family was finally sitting together.
At this time, talking about the experiences of fighting and killing, the humiliation and hatred of the past would only spoil the mood.
Instead of talking about the bitterness of parting, they only talked about the joy of meeting.
At the banquet, Yin Qingxuan didn't speak much. Only when the plate in front of Ling Yun was almost empty would she smile and fill it up for him.
Then, watching Ling Yun gulp down the food, she would take Ling Yun's plate and fill it up again with happiness.
The busiest person at the banquet became Ye Xingchen. She was busy pouring wine for everyone and drinking wine.
Through this banquet, Ling Yun found out for the first time that his mother loved to drink. Moreover, her alcohol tolerance was astonishing. She could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Yin Qingxuan didn't eat much herself. Although she was busy picking food for Ling Yun, she never stopped drinking. She drank quickly, fiercely, and straightforwardly, emptying the cup without any hesitation or concealment.
Moreover, Ling Yun realized that Yin Qingxuan wasn't the only one with an amazing alcohol tolerance. Even Qing Luan, Qing Feng, and Ye Xingchen had amazing alcohol tolerance. Moreover, their drinking methods were exactly the same as Yin Qingxuan's, and they didn't hide it at all.
This had nothing to do with cultivation, because in this place, on this table, no one was using their cultivation to force the alcohol out. They were all like ordinary people, just drinking normally.
Therefore, after finishing the three bottles of Maotai, Ling Yun secretly asked Ling Xiao if his mother had always been drinking like this, or did she start drinking like this after she was imprisoned here?
Ling Xiao's answer was that this had always been the case.
At the same time, he cast a sidelong glance at Ye Xingchen, because from the beginning to the end, he never knew that she could drink so much.
Ye Xingchen had already drunk half a liter of wine. Her pretty face was flushed, and she raised her cup in response to Ling Yun's gaze, too lazy to explain.
At this banquet, Ling Yun didn't learn anything important. What he heard were all insignificant things, as well as some trivial things about his mother's daily life.
For example, the two mountains that formed this valley were called Flying Cloud Mountain, and the other was called Xing Chen Mountain. Both names were given by Yin Qingxuan.
The huge lake in the small world was called Xuanhai.
The chain of palaces was originally called Changle Palace, but now it was called Everlasting Hatred Palace.
Also, all these years, Qing Luan and Qing Feng didn't pay much attention to cultivation. They had always been wholeheartedly taking care of Yin Qingxuan's clothing, food, and daily life. They were meticulous, and it was like a day every year.
Although his mother had been grounded here for many years, apart from cultivating diligently, her days weren't actually lonely.
Yin Qingxuan was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Yin Qingxuan's study had all kinds of ancient books from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism.
Chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows, sheep, and all kinds of domestic animals were carefully raised by them.
The flowers and plants in this valley, especially those around the bamboo buildings, were carefully planted and trimmed by Qing Luan and Qing Feng.
Qing Luan even specially cultivated a large vegetable field next to the Xuanhai Lake. If they wanted to plant any fruits or vegetables, they only needed to ask Elder Wen Mo.
Catching fish and fishing in the lake were all Qing Feng's specialties.
During the banquet, Qing Luan, Qing Feng, and Qing Niao talked the most. They had a tacit understanding and cleverly told Ling Yun and his father about their life here through drinking and chatting, so that they could understand it thoroughly.
After listening to the story, even Ling Yun had to admit that other than the hateful incident eighteen years ago, his mother and the other two had been living a life of peace and tranquility in this place.
However, hatred was hatred, and no one had ever forgotten it. It was just that no one was willing to mention it at this moment.
During the banquet, the most natural and carefree person was Yin Qingxuan. Of course, the most reserved and dull person was Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao's behavior made Ling Yun think that his father was sitting at this table, as if he was drowning his sorrows in wine.
Ling Yun was very clear about his father's unnaturalness. He completely knew why Ling Xiao hadn't been able to recover from the moment he saw his mother until now.
First of all, it was because of Ling Xiao's current age and appearance.
Ling Xiao had already taken Ling Yun's Youth Retaining Pill, so his current appearance wasn't much older than Ling Yun's. Although it was his dream to recover his youthful appearance, it depended on who he was talking to.
Yin Qingxuan hadn't taken the Face Halting Pill yet. Although she had reached the peak of the Fusion Realm and her appearance wouldn't change for the next few decades, time had still left its mark on her body, making her look like she was in her thirties.
Therefore, in terms of appearance, Yin Qingxuan was already ten years older than the current Ling Xiao.
Now that the two of them were sitting together, it would be strange if Ling Xiao didn't feel awkward.
Secondly, Ling Xiao had no choice but to marry Dong Ruolan because of the circumstances. He even had a daughter with her, Ling Xue!
This was the biggest worry in Ling Xiao's heart. Although Ling Yun had resolved it, when he came here and faced Yin Qingxuan, how could his feelings be the same as when they first met?
It was as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Ling Xiao wanted to say it, but he couldn't. It was difficult for him to say it. Other than sitting there quietly and drinking, he couldn't say or do anything. That feeling was definitely unbearable.
Finally, there was the difference between their realms. Even though Ling Xiao had reached Qi Cultivation Stage Eight, the gap between the two of them was too big to face Yin Qingxuan, who was at the peak of the Fusion Realm.
However, Ling Xiao felt the least psychological burden of this matter because Yin Qingxuan's cultivation had far surpassed his own when he'd just met her all those years ago.
Yin Qingxuan was naturally aware of all this, but she didn't say a word about it. It was as if she couldn't see it, but she also seemed to be enjoying Ling Xiao's awkward expression when he wanted to say something but couldn't.
During the meal, Yin Qingxuan seemed to have forgotten Ling Xiao's existence beside her. She only cared about Ling Yun's well-being and put food in his bowl, afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat his fill.
Since Yin Qingxuan didn't mention it, the others also didn't mention it as if they had agreed to it. This made Ling Xiao drink with a myriad of emotions, and each day felt like a year.
Fortunately, all good things must come to an end.
After three rounds of wine, five different dishes, and two cartons of aged Maotai were finished.
Qing Niao was the first to get up and drunkenly asked Qing Luan and Qing Feng to accompany her to tour the Xuanhai Lake. Qing Luan and Qing Feng naturally agreed immediately.
The three of them found an excuse and left the bamboo house, flying directly to the Xuanhai Lake.
Ling Yun and Ye Xingchen looked at each other and immediately understood what was going on.
They got up at the same time, and Ling Yun said, "Mother, it's late at night. This is the best time for me to cultivate the Stellar Condensation Technique. If you don't have anything else for me to do, I'll go cultivate."
It was just an excuse, so he could just find one.
Yin Qingxuan got up with a smile and held Ling Yun's hand. "Alright, I do have something to say to your father tonight. As for what needs to be said, I'll make it clear to you tomorrow. You drank quite a bit just now, so let Xingchen accompany you. If you want to cultivate, then cultivate. If you want to rest, then rest. Go. "
"Yes!"
Ling Yun agreed immediately and bid farewell to his parents before leaving the bamboo house with Ye Xingchen.
He let out a chuckle as he exited the room, before setting up a real Soul-protecting Formation outside the bamboo hut with a thought.
This way, even Ling Yun himself wouldn't be able to pry into anything inside the bamboo house.
His parents' problems were ultimately their own. Seeing how open-minded his mother was, Ling Yun knew that no matter how burdened his father was, his mother would surely have a way to resolve it.
Ling Yun had already given the Youth Retaining Pill and Beauty Pill to Ling Xiao when he was still at home. As for how his father would give them to his mother, Ling Yun didn't have to worry at all.
His mother was too talented, too strong, too ambitious, and too broad-minded. This was Ling Yun's impression of her from the moment he met her.
At the same time, Ling Yun was certain that only a peerless figure like his mother could have raised such an outstanding disciple like Ye Xingchen.
"Are you really going to cultivate?"
The two of them left the bamboo house and went straight to the peak of Stellar Mountain. Ye Xingchen looked up at the dazzling starry sky and asked.
"That's just an excuse. I don't want to be a third wheel."
Ling Yun chuckled and said casually, "Let me ask you a question."
"What?"
"Mother calls that mountain Soaring Cloud Mountain. I know what's going on, but why is it called Xingchen Mountain?"
Ye Xingchen's body trembled slightly and she seemed to sigh. She lowered her head and answered, "Because eighteen years ago, after Auntie Qingniao took you away from here, Master picked me up on this mountain peak."
Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat!
A baby girl could appear out of thin air in a small world?!
With a face full of suspicion, he stepped forward to hold Ye Xingchen's shoulders and looked her up and down seriously. Suddenly, he smiled brightly. "Xingchen, you're not really a fairy, are you?"
Holding back her laughter, Ye Xingchen said drunkenly, "Or maybe I'm a witch. Are you afraid?"
Ling Yun tilted his head and frowned. "If it's a witch, will she turn into one of those weird, round things?"
"You're asking for a beating!"
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